Chapter 1036 The Blade of Caledor

In the end, Oliveira stood in the center of the duel, using the most exciting words to explain to Druzi that the honor of this victory was dedicated to the dragon lord, the eleventh Phoenix Queen of Ulthuan.

The real Phoenix King finally couldn't control the killing intent in his patience, and just wanted to execute this nonsense Caledor madman as soon as possible.

But unfortunately, Malekith fell into a trick after all.

A black arrow pierced Kuran Blackhand's chest. When the Black Guard Captain frowned and prepared to look for the attacker, another black arrow pierced the Witch King.

The place was not chaotic, which prevented the attacker from succeeding, but from the beginning to the end, the Shadow King never thought of killing Malekith here.

A Druzi, wearing the exquisite spiked black armor of Nagaryth, slowly walked out of the corner of the duel field with a bow in hand. After taking off his human skin mask, he revealed a handsome face that showed vicissitudes of life in his youth.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, my cousins, and the self-proclaimed Phoenix King who was crowned in Tal Anlek...hehe."

Amidst the laughter, Aris spared no effort in ridiculing Malekith. Are you worthy of being ranked alongside your father Aenarion?

"Aris Anel..." The Witch King's mind immediately fell silent. The person he feared the most was the Shadow King. The thousands of years of long-standing wishes between the two parties could not be resolved. What was even more fatal was his infiltration of Drucci. .

Asul's ability to successfully carry out counter-espionage activities was partly due to his intuition about war situations, and partly due to the high pressure of the Phoenix Court.

But Druchi cannot do that. Under the powerful shaping of Malekith and Moraes for thousands of years, every Druchi is a born traitor and killer, and society is composed of links of betrayal and lies.

The person who revealed the information to the Shadow King probably didn't know that he was working for Assur, because just like the countless conspiracies in Naggaroth, the reason for purchasing the information was probably just a conspirator who wanted to kill his boss and become the fear lord. That’s all.

Being able to be perfectly hidden at the ceremony site is enough to illustrate the Shadow King's personal ability and the extent of his control over Druzi's intelligence.

The Shadow King came to Oliveira, reached out and patted the young man on the shoulder, indicating not to be too nervous, and whispered,

"You did a good job. I haven't seen an elf with such determination for a long time. When the war is over, if I am still alive, come to Nagareth for a drink."

"This is my honor, Your Majesty the Shadow King."

The Shadow King raised his head and said loudly to Malekith, "Oliveira has won this ceremony. Let's not submit the battle for the time being. As an elf who won under the witness of Edreeze, he deserves to be rewarded."

"Do you want me to give Caledor Azul an artifact made with the lives of slaves?!"

Malekith knew whether it was a divine weapon or not, but no matter what, he could not give Oliveira a weapon that symbolized the winner.

The appearance of the Shadow King shows one thing, Oliveira can survive.

"As expected, you are not worthy to be the son of Aenarion."

After the sarcasm, both sides stopped talking nonsense. They killed when they needed to and used magic quickly. It was necessary to form an airtight capture net before the Shadow King entered the darkness.

Seeing the heroic figure of Malekith holding the Sword of Creation high, and the strong wind of magic gathering in his hands, the Shadow King left a sentence,

"You seem to have forgotten who has been living in Nagaris that turned into a bad land after abandoning his hometown."

What!

In Malekith's disbelieving gaze, he clearly sensed that there was a guiding stone on the mountain behind him stabilizing the wind of magic. Judging from the type, it was shadow-based gray magic.

The gray magic that is good at hiding has missed Druchi. Sunset Canyon, an important place that was once one of the symbols of Aenarion's honor, has long been transformed into Druchi's cemetery by the Shadow King.

He expected that with Malekith's low self-esteem and arrogant character, he would spare no effort to find the place where his father left traces and rebuild it as a symbol of royal power.

The guiding stone hidden in the mountain is the masterpiece of Beranal.

A two-way portal will appear immediately, and he and Oliveira will return to the Dragon Palace, leaving Malekith with bombshells.

When the magic was activated, the Shadow King held the fearless man's shoulders, and a smile appeared on his face that had never been expressionless.

"Are you ready to fight as the dragon lord's blade?"

Oliveira looked calm. There was no doubt that he had achieved a great honor.

"I never expected to achieve such a great achievement, from an unknown city defense soldier to becoming the sharp blade of the dragon lord."

"I never expected that Malekith would be so embarrassed with a city defense soldier, hahaha!"

Amid laughter, hundreds of bombs dropped from the sky, and the Witch King could only watch the two Asur leave.

He had only one choice: try to interfere with the teleportation magic, or protect Druzi in Sunset Canyon.

In the blink of an eye, Oliveira found himself in the spacious main hall of the Dragon Palace.

The people and dragons around him also made him clearly aware that it was not just the champion warriors who were behind this ceremony.

Minas Nir's huge fingers gently tapped Oliveira's head, and the pure wind of life poured in from the fingertips.

Lao Mi admired it very much and said, "Well done, boy Oliveira."

Although he didn't know what His Highness Minas Nil meant, Oliveira still felt the overture and whispered,

"I'm not very good at dragon language..."

These words caused a moment of silence among the elves and dragons present. Basically, anyone who could enter the palace of Caledor would subconsciously think that they understood dragon language.

"Damn it, as a noble, can't you take the time to learn dragon language?" Edgar scolded angrily, but this scolding was more out of helplessness than real resistance.

"I'm too busy fighting. Since I went to Lustria, I have almost no personal time to speak of. It's either the prince's dispatch or the order of the champion warrior, and occasionally there are instructions from the United Council..."

What Oliveira said was true, but it also moved everyone a little. His responsibility, strength, determination, loyalty, and character were all impeccable. This title of fearless person was not wrong.

Imrik on the throne stopped the dragon princes who were still picky. The real situation was learned through the mouth of the Shadow King, and all participants in the Blade Ceremony were killed. Oliveira is now considered a hero.

“Oliviera, you won the Blade Ceremony and dedicated the honor of victory to me, tell me what you want.

Even looking for a dragon ally, I can agree with that. "

Oliveira pondered for a long time. This promise was not a big one. If he got a dragon ally, his family would officially be among the dragon princes. From now on, no one would dare to question his noble status.

He finally put this tempting thought behind him, walked to the front of the throne, and knelt down on one knee.

Looking up at the monarch, he said sincerely, "Your Highness, I only ask you one thing. I hope you can remember that there is a group of people who are working silently in the army, not afraid of hard work and stepping into every chaotic battle, using their blood and lives as a card. Ledo wins.”

"This is not a gift, but my duty. Oliveira, I give you another chance, whatever you want."

Oliveira shook his head slowly and repeated again, "I hope you can remember that there is a group of people who are working silently in the army, not afraid of hard work, fighting in every chaotic battle, and using their blood and lives to win the victory for Caledo. "

Imric's face showed relief, and this loyalty could not be described in words.

His Highness waved his hand, signaling Davian to present the things.

A simple helmet shaped like a black dragon was placed in Davian's hand. In Oliveira's horrified look, Imrik slowly made his decision.

"Your loyalty and bravery gave me hope, a hope that belongs only to the children of Caledor.

Tenacious determination, the will to win, and an uncompromising soul are the symbols of Caledor.

Today, in the name of the Lord of the Kingdom, I grant you a new honor - the Blade of Caledor. "(End of chapter)